Where the Heart Is

Everybody is born crying
At least give me the freedom to die laughing
Never in defiance no never in fear
But in pure unadultrated happiness

Let all the decisions, choices, mistakes
Fall in meaningless puddles of stagnant water
And let me just soar with the ecstacy of thundering waves
Basking in deep ululations of dancing tear drops

From the deepest forests of Central Africa
Crossing the golden plains of southern Africa
Besting the dryest parts of northen Africa
Let me smell the freedom which has long eluded mankind

Let me sit down and smoke a pipe with my friends
And share all the stories that brought us to be
Its simple and yet its so hard to achieve
To be humble and yet to be more than we please

Take me home oh I'm asking the heavens to see
That we walk through this life wearing borrowed shoes
Take me home Oh Im begging my friends need to see
How I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy to be

Everybody is born through pain
Let me die with pleasure
And look up at the faces of all those I love
And see their joy, their pride, their happiness that I had lived

Kilimanjaro


By Athi Godlo
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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